Once raptor, next bird, Leaving their grounded land life, A flight filled experience next. Still as small as ever, Crow sized to be exact. Keeping their tail, Their hollow bones, Their teeth, Their feet. Growing new feathers as rich as ever. She screeched, as a celebration, and the small mammals talked back. Screeching, squeaking, scratching to one another.
She takes off in the sun filled sky, Soaring past trees, And leaving her old problems to take on the new. She flaps her wings through the forest of tall slender trees. Within a split second, She’s now dodging trees and trying to gain distance, The skies turn dark gray, The clouds steal the sunlight and shadows away. She screeched, as she noticed, and the small mammals talked back. Screeching, squeaking, scratching to one another.
The tan beast was gaining on the small bird, The chaser screeches at her, She returns the call. The winds speed up, The trees sway back and forth, Creaking as they wobble. Creating new obstacles as it grew out of the old ones. She flies through the trees, Not blending in at all. Her bright colored feathers against the dark green needles. She got chased by the chaser, Closer and closer to the ground. She screeched, as a warning, and the small mammals talked back. Screeching, squeaking, scratching to one another.
Why was she running? Who was chasing? What will happen to her?
After all of the suspense, All of the fright, All of the worries. One thing comes to her rescue
She looked to the sky, hearing the sound of a large, crackling fire, Still being chased, She heads to her burrow, And little did she know, That one decision saved her life. One, two, three hours went by, Heat flying at her face and body as she protected her young. Large flames tried Oh, they tried to fry her up, But she ducked deeper inside her burrow and the heat cooled down. She screeched, worried as ever, and the small mammals talked back. Screeching, squeaking, scratching to one another.
Finally, After three hours of torture, She, and her young were safe. She crept out of her hole, Everything was burned, Trees, dinosaurs, all obstacles that she had faced before, Gone, all gone. Her food source? Still there. Insects, bugs, anything small, All still alive, so she was still alive. She screeched, being alive and free, and the small mammals talked back. Screeching, squeaking, scratching to one another.
She was the first, But not the last. Other small mammals joined her. Up on the charred surface. She screeched and the small mammals talked back. Screeching, squeaking, scratching to one another.
“Multiply, vary, let the strongest live and the weakest die.” -Charles Darwin
By Rachael Podtburg
Once raptor, next bird,
Leaving their grounded land life,
A flight filled experience next.
Still as small as ever,
Crow sized to be exact.
Keeping their tail,
Their hollow bones,
Their teeth,
Their feet.
Growing new feathers as rich as ever.
She screeched, as a celebration, and the small mammals talked back.
Screeching, squeaking, scratching to one another.
She takes off in the sun filled sky,
Soaring past trees,
And leaving her old problems to take on the new.
She flaps her wings through the forest of tall slender trees.
Within a split second,
She’s now dodging trees and trying to gain distance,
The skies turn dark gray,
The clouds steal the sunlight and shadows away.
She screeched, as she noticed, and the small mammals talked back.
Screeching, squeaking, scratching to one another.
The tan beast was gaining on the small bird,
The chaser screeches at her,
She returns the call.
The winds speed up,
The trees sway back and forth,
Creaking as they wobble.
Creating new obstacles as it grew out of the old ones.
She flies through the trees,
Not blending in at all.
Her bright colored feathers against the dark green needles.
She got chased by the chaser,
Closer and closer to the ground.
She screeched, as a warning, and the small mammals talked back.
Screeching, squeaking, scratching to one another.
Why was she running?
Who was chasing?
What will happen to her?
After all of the suspense,
All of the fright,
All of the worries.
One thing comes to her rescue
She looked to the sky,
hearing the sound of a large, crackling fire,
Still being chased,
She heads to her burrow,
And little did she know,
That one decision saved her life.
One, two, three hours went by,
Heat flying at her face and body as she protected her young.
Large flames tried
Oh, they tried to fry her up,
But she ducked deeper inside her burrow and the heat cooled down.
She screeched, worried as ever, and the small mammals talked back.
Screeching, squeaking, scratching to one another.
Finally,
After three hours of torture,
She, and her young were safe.
She crept out of her hole,
Everything was burned,
Trees, dinosaurs, all obstacles that she had faced before,
Gone, all gone.
Her food source?
Still there.
Insects, bugs, anything small,
All still alive, so she was still alive.
She screeched, being alive and free, and the small mammals talked back.
Screeching, squeaking, scratching to one another.
She was the first,
But not the last.
Other small mammals joined her.
Up on the charred surface.
She screeched and the small mammals talked back.
Screeching, squeaking, scratching to one another.
“Multiply, vary, let the strongest live and the weakest die.” -Charles Darwin
Evolution Narrative
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